Текст и перевод песни 阿杰 feat. 冷枫残叶 - 快雪时晴

快雪时晴

吾观初雪新霁 风停柳絮
忽起意 邀三五知己
才提笔写"安好"一句
屋檐下薄雪 已化做水滴
意疏心缓 快字还未收笔
银钩藏锋 飘若回雪之疾
似山蕴玉落笔时正怀念去岁闲逸
转腕按提 恰似有晴光一缕
遥想会稽山阴 曾有群贤毕集
暮春修禊作兰亭一序
仰观天地 慨叹蜉蝣之羽
朝生暮死只带起一层涟漪
不如同我一起
放浪至极 可惜可惜
古人有云 死生亦大矣
窗外日光渐移 疏影瘦细
腊梅香 透丝丝缕缕
想遥祝你"万安"一句
有鸟雀忽起 惊住了思绪
曾经庙堂之高 换我愁肠百曲
神乎其技 做往日陈迹
仰观天地 慨叹蜉蝣之羽
朝生暮死只带起一层涟漪
不如恣意一纸
快哉淋漓 可惜可惜
古人有云 死生亦大矣
窗外日光渐移 疏影瘦细
笔下顿首已具
印上朱砂旁批 一抬手
屋檐雪水
早落入屋前春泥

Snow Clears Quickly

As I watch the snow newly cleared, the wind subsides like cottonwood fluff,
Suddenly, I have an idea, to invite a few acquaintances over,
As I pick up my brush to write, "Well," in one stroke,
The thin snow under the eaves has already melted into water drops,
My mind is sluggish and my heart slow, the word "quickly" not yet finished,
The silver hook conceals its edge, like snow returning,
Like a mountain containing jade, as I write, I think of last year's leisure time,
Twisting my wrist and lifting the brush, as if a ray of sunlight has appeared,
I imagine the mountains and waters of Kuaiji, where many賢賢 once gathered,
In the late spring, they gathered for a禊禊 at the Orchid Pavilion and wrote a preface,
Looking up at the sky and the earth, I sigh over the ephemerality of life,
Born in the morning and dead at night, leaving only ripples on the water,
Why not join me,
In unrestrained indulgence? But alas,
The ancients said, "Life and death are also great,"
Outside the window, the sunlight gradually shifts, the shadows thin and long,
The fragrance of腊梅梅 permeates the air,
I want to send you a distant blessing, "May all be well,"
A bird suddenly takes flight, startling my thoughts,
Once, I stood in the halls of power, but now my heart is filled with a hundred twists and turns,
My miraculous skills have become a thing of the past,
Looking up at the sky and the earth, I sigh over the ephemerality of life,
Born in the morning and dead at night, leaving only ripples on the water,
Let's just splash some ink on paper,
In unrestrained exuberance? But alas,
The ancients said, "Life and death are also great,"
Outside the window, the sunlight gradually shifts, the shadows thin and long,
The brushstrokes have already taken shape,
I stamp it with cinnabar and add a note in the margin, and with a flick of my wrist,
The snow water from the eaves,
Has long since fallen into the spring mud in front of the house.